Inside the cocoon
The dark feels heaviest right
Before light enters
Poet & Storyteller ✨
Her heart was made of liquid sunsets 🌅 - Virginia Woolf
How does it work?
Beautiful :)
Your ability to capture so much in so little words is astounding
Ooh, so true! 💜👏💜
More stories from Joelle E N and writers in Poets and other communities.
Shoreline I’m walking along the shore Waiting to see a sunrise But I’m afraid to hope for one anymore Why am I full to bursting
By Joelle E N3 years ago in Poets
I’m out and about Strutting through the daffodils Flicking back my hair Doing my thing I feel your stares I hear your whispers
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Mimosas in a coffee jar catching sunlight laundry sways behind
By Ella Bogdanova6 days ago in Poets
The short form of tomorrow is never the whole story. Abbreviations mean nothing when we are born to die and we all are aren't we? Being spoken for before birth is something we're not supposed to remember like some kind of karma after effect. Still here we are spending our lives looking for each other.
By Canuck Scriber Lisa Lachapellea day ago in Fiction
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Beautiful :)
Your ability to capture so much in so little words is astounding
Ooh, so true! 💜👏💜